She watched her fiancé, Lucien, plunge a blade into her father's chest, yet their betrothal still forces her to marry him. The cold-hearted general Leonhart defies orders for her, the shadow guard Ash takes a blade meant for her, and the saint Seraphin falls from grace for her sake. All four men swear they’ll keep their feelings in check, but none can truly hold back. The harder they try to resist, the more they lose control. The closer she gets, the harder it is to trust them. A kiss is a test, an embrace a bargaining chip, yet their protection at the edge of a blade feels all too real. She uses them even as her heart begins to waver. When all four men finally lose control, whose arms will she fall into first? And how will she choose?
